Cold side of the bed

Deliver me affections
that I may eye and draw upon
to soothe my heart’s afflictions,

and feed me not the colder kind
that binds my skin to icy claws,
and finds me thin upon the floors
of Friday-night addictions,

and were I home with you tonight
I’d fight the cold with kisses.

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